Post by Erin Vivant on May 24, 2016 19:24:37 GMT
"It's okay, little one. We'll get you patched up in no time." A small child sat before her, face wet with tears and snot. There was a red streak across her forearm, a harsh burn that had already begun to blister. Her mother hovered nearby, shaking her head with narrowed eyes, but Erin could tell she was worried. "I told 'er not ta' play in the kitchen but does she listen? No. An' now ye see? Ye see what she's done to herself?"
The girl whimpered, ashamed. "Shhhh..." Erin soothed before lifting her gaze to meet the other woman. "It might be best if you wait outside. Or I can bring her back home to you when I'm finished, if you like." The woman huffed, her anger born out of concern, but she conceded without another qualm. "Alright. Let me know if she gives ye any trouble." Once they were alone Erin let out the breath she'd been holding. "You're going to be just fine. I know it hurts now but it won't in just a little while."
She took care of the burn, making a salve and bandaging it carefully with linen. Escorting the child out, she gave her back to her mother. “Please let me know if you need anything else, and be sure to come back so I can change her bandages, we wouldn't want them to fester.” The woman nodded and before long the pair faded into the distance.
Running her fingers through her hair, the caretaker set off for the Clinic. She was running low on her supplies and needed to restock so she could help the little girl tomorrow. Weaving her way through the filth ridden streets of the Commons, she stepped through the Clinic’s door, her eyes scanning the room for a familiar face. Brightening when she found who she was looking for, she offered the boy a wave. “Hello Fiel, how have you been?”
Fiel Ingvatt